SPORTS AT SCHOOL
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A Shorts story for Pink Triangle from the Track Coach
I suppose what first turned me on to Sports Kit Sex was something
that happened when I was about 14 or 15.
I spent six days of the week at school, but with sport on three
afternoons and either Scouts or Cadets on another, life really
wasn't so bad as it may have sounded. During classes, I tended to
sit next to a boy called Martin. We had those old-fashioned metal
desks in linked pairs, with lift-up lids covering whatever we
dared to store inside and a single, wide fold-down seat.
Like me, he was something of a sportsman, although unlike me he
was really good at it, representing the school in most of the
Track-and-Field events, and winning many. He was not a tall boy,
5'8" at the most, against my own 5'10" or so. His hair was very
blond and covered his collar, but was always beautifully clean
and well-brushed, and so the school had not objected to it. Very
much the young athlete, his physique was all but perfect even at
that age.
His skin was still smooth and hairless, and always tanned, yet
his musculature was fully developed, particularly about the chest
and torso. His legs, too, were of splendid proportion. I suppose
that was something to do with all the cycling we used to do at
weekends. All in all, then, Martin was exactly the type of boy to
be seen about the school in his tiny shorts and track singlet!
On this particular afternoon in early June the Latin grammar
seemed endless. Our teacher droned on and on, and neither Martin
nor I were taking in much of what was being said. I was gazing
surreptitiously out of the window, watching the older boys on the
athletics track, when Martin gave me a sly nudge.
I glanced round to see him pointing to a bulge in his grey
flannels, which gave an inviting kind of a twitch. I couldn't
resist reaching across and putting out a hand to feel it. Martin
looked shocked at first, but not angry, as I pressed a palm onto
his hard young cock. I was getting hard too. I caught hold of his
hand and pulled it towards me, showing him the effect he was
having on me. He touched me briefly, then pulled away, fearful
that Sir would spot us. Over the next few days, though, we made
certain we sat together at every opportunity.
Then came the afternoon when we next had Games. Martin and I had
been left to practice our long-jump on the far side of the track.
Martin, as was usual, was wearing that all-white gear - a pair of
little cotton shorts with a button at the waist; his tight
running singlet; long white socks and gym shoes. I on the other
hand tended to prefer something a bit more colourful, and had
opted for by blue-and-grey running shorts and singlet, with long
grey sports socks and track spikes.
Martin had just finished his jump, and I was about to walk to the
end of the run-up to try a new technique I'd been working on.
Martin sat on the grass and crossed his legs ... when suddenly
his cock moved upright inside his shorts! I couldn't fail to see
it as the material, though spotlessly white, was quite thin and
well-worn.
He glanced up at me and smiled shyly, almost as though his
excitement embarrassed him. I sat down beside him and reached out
to stroke him through his gear, as we'd begun to do to each other
whenever we were by ourselves.
He must have been really hot and horny, because he whispered to
me urgently, "Not now ... later! Follow me after your next jump."
That next jump was by far my best of the afternoon - we'd only
done this once before, and had both thought it fantastic! By the
time I reached the sand-pit, Martin had stood and gathered up his
bag of gear. I lay back in the warm, soft sand, my legs spread
wide, and found him staring at me - not into my eyes this time,
but straight down at my crutch. It was as though he could see
everything my shorts loosely covered, without needing me to slip
them down for him.
The other boys were on the far side of the field now, intent on
their game of soccer, so we slipped into the deserted shower-room
and locked ourselves into a well concealed cubicle. I turned on
the water, hoping that anyone coming in would think all was well,
and we huddled close in one corner, for the while well clear of
the warm, streaming water. Martin knelt for a moment to tie a
lace, and I moved closer to him, standing over him with my feet
apart.
He immediately reached out and held me right through my shorts,
squeezing the fast-growing phallus he knew I kept beneath them
and brushing lightly across my big balls. As he did so I lightly
stroked his, feeling it growing beneath my fingers. It was so
big, even though it still wasn't fully hard, and felt really
interesting, as Martin wasn't circumcised. I rolled his skin back
and forth through that thin cotton, as he blew cool air up my
legs and tickled my balls.
It felt really great, and Martin was groaning with pleasure too
as I kept working on his skin like that! We were so excited that
we were both close to shooting our hot loads even before we'd got
our cocks out. Our shorts were wet and sticky with pre-cum
juices, but somehow we didn't seem to mind! I'd never been so
excited before, and the pleasure was almost painful: I didn't
know whether to laugh or cry with joy.
It was just as well we stifled our groans of delight, as just
then someone came in to use the toilet. We froze, and listened to
the sound of him having a pee, and finally his receding footsteps
and the door closing. We waited a moment or two longer, just to
be sure, before reaching out to grab the front of one another's
shorts once more. And, as we did so, we both came! Spurt after
spurt of jism hit the insides of our shorts, until it was
trickling down our trembling legs. And we hadn't even had to jerk
each other!
I looked into Martin's eyes and we kissed passionately, each
knowing clearly now what we would do with the rest of our time at
the school together...
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